Brian Tivol tivol@mit.edu		B:	Hi. Hope I'm not coming back too late.
		4:	No problem. Did you take a taxi?
		B:	No, I walked back. Well, jogged, actually, since I'm in such a great mood! The show was fantastic!
		3:	You walked the whole way?
		B:	Only took seven minutes. The fog was really lovely, too. It's great out there. But I think I'm going to collapse. Whew!
		M:	Well, I'm glad you liked it. Do you want me to unlock the lounge for you?
		B:	Actually, it would probably be better for everyone involved if I could bathe first, what with the heat and the lack of open windows in that room and all that.
		M:	Oh, sure, no problem. The bathrooms are right next door. Do you need a towel or anything?
		B:	I'll need soap, but I think I have my towel. Well, I'm pretty sure I packed it... Hmm. Yeah, soap and a towel.
		M:	Here you go-- soap, shampoo, and a towel. If you want to come back afterwards and join us for some sherry, you're more than welcome.
		B:	Oh, you're too kind, my good man. Thanks.
		3:	Is that a footprint on your shirt?
		B:	Yeah, I think so. Looks more like a boot, actually. Yeah, it's probably a bootprint.
		4:	What happened?
		B:	Oh, it wasn't a fight or anything. I was standing right up front when the Toasters played, and the stage came up to here, and the floor was concrete with beer spilled all over it, and I guess someone just stepped off me to help push himself onto the stage. No problem, really. Well, I mean, it was a new shirt and all, but I bet the mud and the beer will all wash out.
		3:	Where did your suspenders go?
		B:	I just unstrapped them-- they're hanging back here. Don't worry, my clothes are fine. So was your flannel. Thanks again.
		M:	Don't mention it.